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The Devil's Pact, Cult of the Ghost Chapter 6: The Ritual

Date: 7/15/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Anal, Blowjob, Female/Female, Group Sex, Incest, Lactation, Male / Females, Males / Female, Oral Sex, Author: mypenname3000, Rating: 75, Source: sexstories.com

felt so safe in her arms. “Damn, Ursula,” laughed Momma-Marybeth. “But your daughter is hot.” “Do you want to fuck my daughter?” Momma laughed. “Hell, yeah.” Momma-Marybeth's hand touched my ass, giving me a squeeze. It was nice. “Don't you?” “I do,” Momma answered. “We're gonna have a lot of fun with her.” I couldn't wait. “But first, you need to rescue your Daddy from Hell.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Friday, July 18th, 2014 – Heather Pritchard – Caissa County, ID “They are so beautiful,” Lizzy sighed, standing next to me as we watched our grown up daughters. In only a few hours, my Donna had grown from a newborn to a gorgeous eighteen year old. She had my fiery-red hair and freckled breasts. And her smile was just infectious. All seven of the Ghost daughters were locked in a furious daisy chain, devouring the cum the Ghost had spilled in their bodies while they dreamed. It was the most taboo act. They were all a part of the Ghost, they all had his seed in them, and they shared it with each other. Deidre stood at the center, gathering the lust generated by the Ghost's daughters. Her pendant flashed with jade light. All the hairs on Heather's body stood up as she caught her breath. This was it. They were going to finally rescue the Ghost from Hell. “I can't wait to see him,” Lizzy whispered. “He's the Ghost,” I laughed. “He can't be seen.” “You know what I mean,” the younger woman giggled. “He's going to love us and rescue us from the Theocracy.” The military was still ... shelling us. Outside the green shield the fields were covered in craters while thick clouds of dust billowed. But the shield held. The Ghost was protecting us from Hell, feeding off our worship and love. And lust. That was the best part. “Ghost of Paris,” Deidre suddenly called out. “Feel the love of your daughters. Follow the bond of flesh and blood. Drink of their passion for you. Let it fuel you with power. Let the chains on your soul be shattered. “Slip free of your prison and live once more!” A great split cracked the earth. The ground shook Deidre stepped back as the rent opened beneath her. The daughters moaned and spasmed, cumming on each other's lips. A great, unearthly howl rose from the rent, the cries of the billions of damned, condemned to Hell. Yellow fumes rose, a reek of rotten eggs rolling over us. Lizzy clutched me in fear. I swallowed, my own body trembling. “Rise and join us, Ghost of Paris,” Deidre screamed. The grass at the edge of the rent dipped. Unseen fingers clawed into the turf. My heart beat for joy. The rising smoke rolled around a figure. A man pulling himself out of the earth. He stood tall, the grass crushed beneath his feet. The rent snapped close and the reek of sulfur vanished. “Well, fuck me, you sluts did it,” the Ghost laughed. “Hot damn, but it feels great to be free.” “It's really you?” Deidre whispered, falling to her knees. She reached out, touching his invisible leg. “Yep. Sure as shit it's me.” I fell to my knees, my heart pounding. ...